Halloween (Downstairs) - Ruston Kelly

Halloween is here with me you left in this home

Stitches on my body, closets full of bones

Blood that won’t stop running ‘cause this wound won’t ever clot

Like the ringing in my ears that don’t ever seem to stop

I hear voices from the basement, scratching on the roof

Seeing visions of you wasted, mumbling to the moon

Conjuring some darkness from the shadows in your room

Where I sold my hallelujah when I laid my soul in you

Love ain’t nothing more than black magic

You better want what you wish for

It might happen